POSTSCRIPTS

Evening Post, Volume CXVII, Issue 106, 7 May 1934, Page 8

POSTSCRIPTS

Chronicle and Comment

BY. PERCY- FLACE

Ada bimiles: As useful as an alarm clock iii an igloo. * * *• So the Government will* not obieet fo films and local bodies restoring tho '•cuts.'1' That's ji load off our mind. • * * About tho only thing wo tuu put away for a rainy day is a. borrowed urnljrclla and au underproof waterproof. It" Bradman's innings against Worcestershire was^ tho champagne of cricket, luppax's was not even tha smell of the cork. -=■ =- * Hitler, in a speech, at Munich: "Wo aro only instruments of higher necessity. You can. see tho hand- of the Almighty in that He has marvellously recognised our nation. ' Wilhelnvof Potsdam used to talk like that, but look what happened to him. ' «' . ,*■■ ■ » QUESTION OF TASTE. Sir Herbert Samuel, at Newcastle last ' month:— The Government is. asleep; you cannot meet blackbhirts and bro'wnshirfcS with nightshirts. Perhaps Lido pyjamas would be more tho thing. ' INFORMATION SOUGHT. G.L.H. writes: Being a constant leader of your column in "The Post," and seeing tho answers to questions asked you I am writing to see if you, or any of your leaders, could kindly supply me with information regarding the- folowing questions asked in a general knowledge examination paper about two years ago in England. BoUeulV VaS°riS th° "la Eeiaß Where and what are (2) granny's teeth,.(3) the salt tower, (4) the Hall of Lost Footsteps, (o) the pardon, of -Flougastel. --- * . ■ » DOLL-FUSS. Chancellor Dollfuss of Austria hai tired of the jokes about his size and as one means of suppressing them he ' informed aU schoolmasters' that pupils making them must be- punished. It £ a strange repayment for tho affectionate raillery which evidently inspired so many of these jokes (says ono commentator) For example, the one that the Chancellor had broken his leg falling off a ladder picking strawberries: or the one that in his worry over the recent Socialist uprising le had paced up and down under his bea all night; or the one that he had managed to get hold of everything he wanted ia Geneva, except tho doorknob. * *. * ' tBEET.",PITHEE, '' ' - Flage,-H. J Pither, who .died the other day in Melbourne, made a bi<» namo as a- cyclist when he beat At A. Zimmerman, a world's champion1 However, the Yankee was then getting on. m years, and slowing up. Pithe? was not the only fine pedal-pus£er this country sent to Australia in the Goldeji Age of the sport. As a mero stripling I saw Fred Hunt, a dour rider, • fight-" ing with the Aussie, speedsters and the internationals who flocked from TT.S A France, Italy, England, and-Denmark to go'^aftcr the- big prizes on 'off ef. Chalmers was another-sturdy New Zealander, tlipugh, like Hunt, ho was not quite of champion class. Then there was A. J. 80dy,., a long-thigh Jd darkskinned rideir—the most enduring thing I have ever-seen on. the track. Body, lacked brilliance, but as a pace-maker^ was unmatched. Ho was simply tire- - less". In one ten-mile championship race I saw""Body, a team-mate's-^ront tire glued 'to.' the New Zealanderis back wheel, drag his man up from a hopeless position to tho front and vie-. Tory in a three-lap grind. And on a grass track,1- too. In those days they, used tandems;' triplets, and occasionally,' quads, as -pace-makers when a man was out against time, but believe me, Body, was an-excellent standby when none-' of the'machines mentioned was available. l: 84 GEAB. * * * TALKING OF SEA SERPENT* I'd like to sco a serpent, A genuine- sea serpent, '■ Which, like a Whale, Defies tho gale And dashes here and. fherfw I'd like, when he respires, To see hot leaping fires Dart from his nose The while he blows His breath upon, the air, Tho iish like gianfc Jeeches They find, along the beaches Have neither horns • Like unicorns', Nor teeth like dinosaurs'. They're built like clum&y wlierrie* And I believe canaries Pent in a cage Could, vent more rage With vastly louder, roars. If serpents really wander Hero, there, and over yonder, What time they howl And snarl and growl And lash the briny sea, Though people say they've found the* And write tall tales, around them, ■I'll merely smile And yawn the while; They'll be : just fish to me. J. J. : MONTAGUE. • » • "HOWITZER" BBOADCASTS. In lacing parlance, the football quar* rel reads like this: They've just passed the third furlong post with Hutt out in front. Old Boys noticed making up ground—they certainly throw the. Park about on Saturday—Marist are handy for any c f ree-f or-all, while tho boys from! tiio village .would be more at home on. their own track. Poncke once again are showing their contempt for Ncwtown. Parkj the rest of tlie field aro bunched but hopeful. The western bank was muffled, as the white tigers entertained callers from Niehollvillc. Eef. King made, a "royal go of it, but the absence of Old Boys' song leader had a wet blanket effect oa the team. *■ "What's tho hold-up on the far side of the field?" queried1 somebody; "O.K. That's mud in tho eye. Wellbred, too: out of The Park by Downpour." 0.8. called it a working day, but the Blues reckoned itwways y their ..half holiday. Even Conian did not settle down till near the end. Pollock founi| his feet early, but McGurk was a bit of a stick-in-the-mud. Tho opening of the grappling season had some" effect on Saturday's . game. One of the lads iv white was noticed •■ halching an opponent several times—all in a good cause, of course. : . i Bydder gave one or two bright turns \ of classical dancing. He upset Petone'si ideas of scoring more than once. . In the dying stages it just' looked! like one piece of clirt after another: £ Early form points to Hutt finishing near the top. Old Boys have: recent form to recommend them, and Marist,. Poncke, Athletic, Eastbourne, and Wellington should all be well backed. .;?■' What's our hardy race coming, tot Just fancy—no basketball on Saturday